BetteTheRed
Resident Heretic
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Her
I sent Crazyheart a little heart doodle I'd drawn for her for Xmas; wish I'd kept a scan of it.
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Today when I visited my Dad, they advised they had found the source of a possible infection, which could explain some of his altered state.
I know that we don't do bargains, but, I think of Crazyheart, alive and spunky, and my Dad, not knowing who we are, and not happy,a nd I wonder, where the justice is.
It is a dull place the long-term care facility in the days ofter Christmas. The staff is kind, they give hugs and gentle pats on the back of folks, but, they also are likely tired.
I am awake, waiting for my sister, and I realize how much life and death is a function of a dice role, but, dang, I'm wishing the dice rolled differently.
I understand.
It's the 'Why?' questioon.
Life. and death, isn't fair. Crazyheart was so alive - so enthusiastic - I was surprised when she volunteered to do Secret Santa this year (I actually hoped it was a sign that she would recover). It doesn't seem right that she was taken from us so soon.
She didn't deserve to die now while she was still enjoying life, and while she had so much to contribute. She was the heart of our community. Sometimes
When our enthusiasm seemed to be waning, she would open new threads in social and gives us laughing, or ask questions in the more serious threads to trigger discussion. She seemed to remember everything that everybody believed or held dear – she noticed and contacted me if I was missing for very long, or if I seem depressed. She supported me when I felt attacked by another member. And she would draw my attention to a member she felt might need support.
She didn't deserve to die.
But we don't get what we deserve. When my daughter was very ill with cancer she said something that seemed to be very meaningful to me. 'Things just happen. Good or bad, we don't get what we deserve. Sometimes they just happen.'
She was the heart of our community. Sometimes
When our enthusiasm seemed to be waning, she would open new threads in social and gives us laughing, or ask questions in the more serious threads to trigger discussion. She seemed to remember everything that everybody believed or held dear – she noticed and contacted me if I was missing for very long, or if I seem depressed. She supported me when I felt attacked by another member. And she would draw my attention to a member she felt might need support.
Seeler, i think that part above would be good to put on the the Crazyheart thread.